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Scenes from a Casual Dining Restaurant: Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2024-06-05 19:00:07 +0000 UTCThis is the continuation of Scenes from a Casual Dining Restaurant, a story about the staff and customers of Roly Oly's over the course of five different Valentine's Days. This chapter comprises parts 3 and 4 which covers the second and third Valentine's Days.
Scenes from a Casual Dining Restaurant is a commission piece which I am still continuing. When I conceived this chapter, I always wanted to combine two Valentine's Days into one chapter with the story structured as a mirror, but then things took so much time to write I ended up initially publishing each year as more or less its own part. Reading it as one complete chapter is essentially how I intended it to be read.
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“Oof.”
Judith grunted as she struggled with the button of her work slacks. Working at Roly Oly’s for this long hadn’t been a part of her five year plan. Well, she didn’t actually have a five year plan, but if she had, working this long at Roly Oly’s certainly wouldn’t have been on it.
And yet, here she was, working on her second full year here and working through her second pair of work slacks.
“Maybe I could safety pin it?” Judith whispered to herself.
As her finger slipped and popped off the hanging by a thread button for good, that sealed it. She would need to go shopping for larger pants tomorrow, something she probably should have done a month ago. But for today she would get by with a safety pin and then covering the gap with her work apron. She was thankful for the coverage and the far more forgiving apron strings.
The pants would still be a problem, and she would need to be careful during the night, but she didn’t feel like they were going to burst at any moment. The apron offered good cover, and she didn’t feel like her ass was in danger of blowing out any seams. She wasn’t Corinne.
The hostess with the mostest had put on a bit of weight this year as well, and most of that weight had gone straight to her ass. For the moment, it was doing her a lot of favors. Corinne was always used to being the center of attention, and that became even more true as her ass grew. It was always curvy, but this new swelling of her cheeks really pulled the fabrics of her outfits tight. Often, this was in the best way possible. Sometimes, this had required Corinne to go up a size or two. And on rare occasions, it had caused her to have a few wardrobe malfunctions, though Judith had only been privy to one of them.
It was at the company Christmas party.
Corinne had came dressed in a slutty Mrs. Claus outfit, and took full advantage of the feast that Ophelia and the rest of the kitchen crew had put together as well as the very open bar. And sure enough, midway through the night as Corinne was gyrating on the impromptu dance floor, her skirt popped off thanks to her widened hips, and as she bent down to pick it up the safety shorts she was wearing underneath it split right down the middle. That was followed by a raucous amount of laughter from the other attendees, Judith included.
And what followed after that was weeks of dieting. Corinne had never imagined she would be one of those people that made a New Year’s resolution to lose weight, but that’s what she found herself doing, and it went pretty well for a while.
But now, come Valentine’s Day, Corinne’s diet, something she had never been used to doing before, had been broken, and the pounds had started to creep back on again, packing her pants with two chunky cheeks. Still, her recent success at losing weight, made it easy for Corinne to ignore the fact that she was putting it back on, and, after a few weeks of eating humble pie, she was back on her arrogant warpath.
“Samir, I told you to keep your fat ass out of the way!” she yelled as she strut past the obese line chef with her own chubby cheeks bouncing up and down.
“Jeez, Corinne seems like even more of a bitch than usual.” huffed Judith as she tentatively released her belly to make sure that the safety pin would hold.
“Maybe I should get her the chocolate mousse I made a little earlier. She might be cranky cause her blood sugar’s low.” laughed Ophelia.
“I wish she’d just give up that diet for good. It would be better for the rest of us,” sighed Judith.
“Plus she’d be fat and that would be fun.”
“I’d love it if the hostess with the mostess got fat. Her butt would get huge and split some more pants.”
“The hostess with the most ass!”
The two friends continued to laugh to themselves unheard by Corinne who was already mostly out of the kitchen and distracted by Rodrigo, one of the bus boys.
“Hey, mami. You got a rockin ass. You wanna get out of here after this?”
Corinne stomped her foot, sending a quiver through her softened thigh, and shot daggers through Rodrigo with her eyes.
“Hey Rod, fuck you. An ass like this doesn’t get with a guy like you. I’m going places. Got it? So shut your mouth whenever you see me or I’m putting one of my heels up your ass.”
With that Corinne mad her way to the front of house. Along the way, she pulled at the back of her skirt and promised herself that she would limit herself to just one serving of chocolate mousse later…. Two tops.
Corinne couldn’t help but daydream as she stood behind her podium waiting for guests to arrive. Standing here hadn’t been part of the plan. Her career as a model/actress/influencer/general superstar should have taken off by now, and the fact that it hadn’t was beginning to put a few cracks in Corinne’s previously unbreakable ego.
As Corinne’s mind drifted off she imagined a future version of herself still stuck in her small apartment struggling to get by as a model and actress mostly because she had grown too fat and lazy. Corinne saw herself waddling about in a pair of worn out gray sweatshorts stretched far too tight against titanic ass cheeks, so tight that she could see the dimples of her cellulite through the fabric. Her ass was so big that her blubbery cheeks were spilling out of the shorts and giving her a case of permanent plummer’s crack.
The bottoms were also starting to crest out of the legs of her frayed shorts, though they were stuck competing with her tree trunk thighs, massive pillars of quiver flesh slapping and rubbing together as she waddled from her semi-permanent spot on the couch to her kitchen to once again get more snacks to stuff her greedy face with. She saw herself with a fierce set of stretch mark and cellulite covered thunder thighs, each one far bigger than her waist used to be.
And that waist had blown outward with thick juicy love handles and an incredibly large and lazy gut that hung out from below her food stained tank top. The lower roll of her spongy double belly was marred by stretch marks and hung low. It quivered with every little move her big fat body made. It was a heavy mass weighing her down in front but nicely countered by the even large weight of her wideload, dump truck ass.
In this envisioned future, Corinne’s breasts had grown into big sagging udders, she had fat pillowy arms complete with jiggly bingo wings. And even her face was fat, fat and tired with multiple chins and jiggly jowls. She looked flushed from the slightest exertion, her face growing pinker in hue and adding to her piggish appearance.
“Ey, you got a table?”
Corinne’s daydream was interrupted by Eddie O’Leary.
She shook her head and nodded, and as she reached for the menus, she realized that she had wrappers left at her station after eating several chocolate after dinner mints without even realizing it.
Eddie had seen better days. The stresses of the last year and his on again off again relationship with his wife Brenda had left the pretty boy looking pretty paunchy. Eddie was the kind of guy used to being a big shot, always in control, and he was too vain to change his clothes just yet. This meant that his paunch was unflatteringly highlighted by his far too tight shirt which was awkwardly punched in the pants that he was straining to stay fitting into. When combined with the start of receding hairline, this gave him much more of a used car salesman vibe than he was used to. As he wiped the sweat from his brow he also remembered that he had called for a table out of habit, but as of two last nights again he and Brenda were officially on the outs again.
“Oh uh, actually, I’m just gonna sit at the bar,” Eddie muttered and hung his head giving himself a bit of a double chin as he sighed.
Eddie wasn’t at the bar very long when he heard it.
“Oh no need honey, we’re just gonna have a seat at the bar.”
The distinct nasally Staten Island accent of his wife Brenda.
Brenda had also put on a fair bit of weight in the last year, no longer the sculpted hard body she used to be. But she was far better off with the added pounds than Eddie was. Whereas Eddie’s paunchy form made him look rather schlubby, Brenda’s weight gain only enhanced her curves, giving her a perfect hourglass figure.
She was dressed to the nines in a killer pair of heels and a skintight silver dress that hugged every inch of her curvy body. Brenda’s thick thighs were on display as the dress barely came down below her full, ripe, peach on an ass. Two swollen cheeks threatened to pop out the bottom of the dress and flash the whole world. Brenda’s ass had expanded into two billowing basketballs supporting by wide hips. Those hips were so wide that they allowed Brenda to keep her hourglass figure going despite the fact that her middle was not nearly as trim as it used to be.
Brenda’s middle had indeed gotten quite soft with some little love handles starting to form, but what stuck out the most, quite literally, was the start of a generously swelling pot belly. The fabric of the dress perfectly formed around her spongy middle to showcase the pudgy paunch and tease its potential to grow so much bigger.
Now, to maintain an hourglass figure, one needs to be stacked both below and up top, and to have an hourglass with the kind of bulging gut that Brenda was growing she needed to be stacking even more. Lucky for Brenda, she was working with a full library up top. Her gigantic breasts were swelling out of her bra and barely contained by the already purposefully low cut dress. They were massive and ready for motorboating. Her bountiful breasts bounced seductively with each step in rhythm with her ass and belly. She was hypnotic as she walked into Roly Oly’s.
Of course, Eddie’s eyes landed on her breasts but quickly went to the male companion that was hanging onto her softer arm. He was a stocky fellow, a good deal shorter than Brenda thanks to her high heels and big hair. Eddie glared at him with his teeth grinding together like gears as he worked through in his mind exactly how he wanted to tell them to go fuck themselves.
“Give me a beer,” he said to John at the bar instead.
“Such sparkling repartee. What a wonderful treat of an evening I’m in for,” said John with a roll of his eyes as he pulled the beer.
Eddie was beginning to chug his beer as Brenda sashayed over to the bar.
“Oh hey, Eddie. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Oh shut up, Brenda. You bringing this toad around here tryin’ to make me jealous or something?”
“Can it, Eddie. At least he knows how to treat a lady.”
“You gonna bring this putz here, cheatin’ on me, and taunton’ me right in my face?”
“Oh please, like you weren’t steppin’ out here lookin’ for tail. Screw off, Eddie.”
“Screw off, Brenda.”
John had to admit, he thought it was weirdly cute how the two lovebirds couldn’t bring themselves to say the f word directly to each other.
“Alright, you three. Play nice or get out,” he said as he laid down three more beers in front of them.
And that was how the rest of their evening played out, Brenda and Eddie sniped for a long while even over mozzarella sticks, and onions rings, and loaded french fries. They each ordered a big burger and complained about each other to each other with their mouths full. A whole year’s worth of grievances were aired between the two of them while Brenda’s ate his burger and picked at whatever french fries Brenda didn’t take for herself.
Eventually, when the man had had enough of Eddie’s jawing and finally decided to say something, it as his jaw that forcefully met Eddie’s fist.
“Oh, Eddie!” shouted Brenda with a voice tinged with glee.
“Alright, looks like we finally chose the get out option. Took longer than I thought, honestly.” sighed John as he rung Brenda and Eddie up and threw them out of the bar.
Brenda looked down at her date who was still trying to pull himself back together.
“See ya, loser. I’m goin’ home with a real man.”
As they left together, Eddie sunk his hand into the fat around Brenda’s waist as he pulled her close. Their chubby bodies pressed together and jiggled simulataneously as he nobbled on her earlobe.
“Hey, babe. Before we head home, what do you say to stoppin’ off somewhere for dessert?”
“Sounds delicious.”
Meanwhile, Judith was serving her favorite regulars, the impressively obese Jake and Alexa who were working their way through multiple courses of Ophelia’s outstanding food. They were straining their outfits and their chairs as they ate, and ate, and ate. Judith had dollar signs in her eyes as she thought of the immense tip she was going to make from this table alone, and she didn’t have to deal with Brenda and Eddie which meant she was so far headache free. It was turning out to be a wonderful evening.
And then the real show walked in.
Sabrina’s thighs were oozing out of her fishnets. They quivered as her combat boots hit the ground almost as if she was purposefully striking a pose when she entered Roly Oly’s, and that quiver worked its way all the way up to her midsection. Sabrina had certainly put on a significant amount of weight since the last time Judith saw her, and she certainly wasn’t expecting to see her again let alone looking like this.
Sabrina’s thighs were the only thing that was thick about her. She had grown a pretty decent starter pot belly, a squishy thing that had plenty of bounce to it in its own right, but it was dwarfed by her biggest feature. While the rest of Sabrina’s body had gotten soft, borderline chubby, it was clear that she was a punk rock pair, and her plump ass was the perfect piece of evidence.
Those juicy cheeks filled her leather skirt, an outrageous choice for a midwinter night unless she was hoping for the blubber on her bloated lower half keeping her warm. They were soft and spongy, and if they were not contained by the constraining leather garment, they would be bouncing and jiggling all over the place.
Corinne looked at Sabrina with distinct disdain as she led her to a table in Judith’s section. Judith thought that maybe Corinne was jealous of a hot chick having a bigger ass than hers.
Judith had barely gotten Sabrina her whiskey neat when Sabrina’s date walked in, and Judith once again had her jaw drop.
It was Martha, and not only was it surprising that she was here, but it was shocking to see how much weight she had put on.
Martha entered Roly Oly’s with a big rolling pot belly that announced her presence. It was a jiggling mass of fat that was causing her sweater to ride up and could even be seen peaking out between the buttons of her blouse. Judith would have been certain she was pregnant if it didn’t have such a pronounced jiggle as she walked, a jiggle that was matched by the other most noticeable parts of Martha’s weight gain.
Martha had massive mammaries. Her breasts had swollen up to quite a large size, and once Martha got to her table, Judith could spy that the top of her sweater was indeed missing a button that must have been blown off at some point, and the next button down was working overtime to keep her breasts in check. The otherwise conservative chick was certainly bulging out of her outfit which looked uncomfortably tight and almost as if she was wearing it this way on purpose. Like Sabrina, Martha had gotten fairly chubby all over, but she was clearly an apple shaped chunker.
Any thought of Martha being pregnant was quickly put off once she ordered herself a beer thus confirming that she had just gone and grown a gut. Judith hurried off to fetch it, not wanting to miss eavesdropping on too much of Martha and Sabrina’s conversation.
Sabrina took a long sip of her whiskey as she stared at Martha’s cleavage. Her hand pressed into her chubby thigh, pinching her flabby flesh as she tried to keep herself together.
“Gotta be honest. I did not think you would say yes.”
“And yet here we are,” smiled Martha as she caught Sabrina staring.
She leaned forward to give Sabrina an even better show.
Sabrina leaned over to meet her. Her hand was practically trembling she brought it to rest on top of her Martha’s
“Here we are.”
Her stare still lingered. No matter how much
“You’re looking….”
“Don’t be rude,” said Martha with a playful wag of her finger as she pulled her hand away.
“Right. Anyway…. What do you think of…”
This time Sabrina’s showmanship took over as she got up from the table and spun herself around so Martha could get a good look at Sabrina’s thick thighs and bulbous butt.
“All of this?”
She gave her thigh a slap, and Martha gasped. She looked around a bit nervous that others were taking in the show that Sabrina was putting on.
“You’re looking….”
“You can say it. I don’t mind. Go ahead. Be as rude as you want. I’m looking….”
“Voluptuous.”
“Fat. I’m looking fat.”
She slapped her ass this time.
“I wouldn’t call you fat,” teased Martha.
“You wouldn’t?” asked Sbarina is she slid her well cushioned rear end back into her seat.
“No.”
Sabrina leaned forward again and gave a pout that produced a small double chin.
“Then what would you call me?”
“I just told you. Voluptuous.”
“Mmmm… voluptuous. Sounds yummy.”
“And maybe a bit chubby, teased Martha as she bit her bottom lip.
“Chubby. Now that is yummy. You really think I’m chubby?”
The two were both breathing heavily, Martha’s massive chest was heaving up and down as the two leaned across the table toward each other again.
“You’re certainly getting chubby.”
“I better be careful then. Chubby is one step away from being-”
“Fat,” Martha moaned.
“Fat. You think I’m getting fat?” Now it was Sabrina’s turn to crank up the teasing. She watched eagerly with a wolfish grin as Martha slid one hand below the table.
“I think you might be getting fat,” Martha moaned as she pulled away with a sheepish nod and smile.
“I think you might be right. So what do you think?”
Martha leaned back in her chair to try and catch her breath.
“I think we should order our food.”
Sabrina slammed her hands on the table.
“Hell yeah.”
Sabrina and Martha ordered their food, a complete smorgasbord, one that put their meal last year to shame. There were a multitude of appetizers, most of them deep fried and everything either covered in sauce or ready to be dipped. Everything was ready to be sampled, and then wholly devoured.
While clams and calamari, mozzarella sticks and loaded cheese, breadsticks and beer, their conversation continued through mumbled words and over the moans caused by the delicious food. But it still flowed, and as it did it felt like time was passing quickly.
And so it did until the evening and then an entire year had passed. Over that year, Sabrina and Martha had seen each other a number of times but never seemed to capture the spark the two of them were clearly looking for, and yet, when Valentine’s Day came around again, the two once again found themselves together in their familiar spot.
A year can have quite the change on a person, and both Sabrina and Martha were feeling that.
“Ya know. You’ve really put on weight?” Sabrina asked as she stretched out a long piece of mozzarella cheese with her teeth.
“Have I now?” asked Martha as she rested her chubby hands on her thick love handles.
Martha had indeed put on a great deal of weight within the last year. While she was wearing her usual school teacheresque outfit of a sweater over a blouse, it was clear that her outfit was several sizes larger than before and even now it was still too small. It was riding up and exposing her thick love handles. The buttons were straining all over, especially the ones around her deep belly button and her tremendous breasts.
Sabrina licked her lips, partly to remove some of the excess oil from her mozzarella stick, but mostly because she noticed that one of the blouse buttons near Martha’s breasts had blown off completely. She also took special note of the fact that Martha had given up on slacks in favor of a wool skirt that gave her thick thunder thighs more room to breathe.
“Oh yeah, no offense, but you’re becoming a real fatty,” Sabrina teased.
“Excuse me. But I don’t think you’re one to talk,” replied with mock consternation.
“What are you getting at?”
“I think it’s perfectly obvious to both of us that you’ve also put on quite a bit of weight.”
While it was less obvious that Sabrina had put on a ton of weight when compared to Martha, that was only because Sabrina was currently sitting down and therefore largely obscured by the table. Unlike the apple shaped Martha, the pear shaped Sabrina had spent her year absolutely ballooning down below. Her thighs had positively exploded. They were currently contained as best as they could be with a pair of black tights that had been stretched so thin that the dimples of her cellulite could be seen through the fabric. Martha could even see them from the moment she watched Sabrina waddle through the front door. And that was looking like over time it might become an even greater show. Martha could easily picture a day where Sabrina’s thick hips were brushing against the sides of the doorway. She could imagine based on the size of Sabrina’s saddlebags that the day would come where the fat of her thighs would have to be squished to cram her through the doorway without going sideways.
Martha had been sure to pull out Sabrina’s chair for her when she got to the table. This was partly out of a sense of chivalry but mostly because it gave her an excuse to get behind Sabrina and take stock of her ass.
And there was a lot to take stock of.
Sabrina possessed two blubbery ass cheeks that hung partly over the edge of her chair. They were thick and soft and saggy, and with each step of her waddling shuffle they bounced and swayed. Martha bit her lip as she pictured Sabrina’s ass blowing up until it was big enough to spill over two chairs.
It wasn’t like her lower half was the only place that Sabrina gained weight. She was heavier everywhere. Her formerly lithe punk rock body was now redundantly soft with a squishy belly that hung out unapologetically from underneath her top. She had softer arms and bigger breasts along with a rounder face. Her double chin became very clear as she smiled at Martha.
“You think so?” Sabrina asked as she pat her hands on her doughier belly.
“It’s very clear to me. I would guess just by looking at you, that you’re officially fat as well.”
“As well,” noted Sabrina with a sudden raise of her eyebrow.
Martha abruptly dropped her fork.
“Well, err, you’re certainly fat.”
Sabrina’s double chin became even more noticeable as her grin grew.
“But so are you. You admit it. As well. That’s what YOU said. So you admit to being a fatty.”
“I ummm… I haven’t weighed myself in a while.”
“Doesn’t matter. You can see it. You can feel it. You know it. I know it. You’re a fatty.”
“Maybe… maybe I am,” whispered Martha as her hands began to unconsciously play with her belly and roll the fat between her fingers.
Sabrina pinched her thick thighs as she watched Martha’s hand slip under the table and roll her belly fat between her fingers. She needed to press her advantage and so leaned forward until her own squishy belly was pressed against the table.
“Come on admit it.”
Martha knew what she was being ask but released her fat from her hands and let her belly jiggle back into place as she coquettishly turned her head away.
“I… I’m… I- I don’t want to.”
“Oh come on. You can do it. Tell the truth.”
“I… I’m fat.” The last word almost caught in Martha’s throat before coming out as something of a moan.
“Not just that. Say it,” Sabrina commanded with a gleam in her greedy eyes.
“Say what?”
“Say you’re a fatty,” Sabrina said as she salivated.
“You’re a fatty,” Martha teased in a way that had them both chuckling.
“Good one. And yeah. I guess I am. I am a fatty. Look at all this. A big fat fatty, that’s me.”
Sabrina got up and danced around, spinning and swinging her hips, letting her big booty sway without a care to anyone who may be watching.
“Now it’s your turn.”
Martha once again turned away, her chubby cheeks beet red.
“I already said I’m fat.”
“But say you’re a fatty. Trust me. It’s very liberating.”
A long pregnant pause field the air before the words slowly formed in Martha’s mout.
“I… I’m a fatty.”
“Louder. Own it.”
“I’m a fatty!” proclaimed Martha with a slam to the table that drew the attention form several nearby diners.
“There ya go. Feels good. Doesn’t it?” laughed Sabrina.
Martha’s hands once again found their way to her blubbery belly.
“Yeah… I guess it does. At least a little bit.”
“Good,” moaned Sabrina as she slid back in her seat and lazily brought another mozzarella stick to her lips.
“I… I think being a fatty suits you.” Martha grinned as she pushed the mozzarella stick basket toward Sabrina, daring her to take yet another one.
“You do?” Sabrina purred as she took the bait.
“Yeah. You look… good.”
Now it was Sabrina’s turn to blush.
“Thanks. So do you.”
“You really think so?” asked Martha.
“Oh yeah. You make a great fatty.”
Sabrina spun her mozzarella stick like a magic wand and pointed it at Martha as she slid the basket with the last mozzarella stick in it Martha’s way.
Martha gently picked it up.
“That’s very kind of you.”
“You like it. Don’t you?” asked Sabrina as she leaned forward giving Martha an excellent view of her cleavage.
“Like what?” Between the conversation, the mozzarella stick and Sabrina’s tempting cleavage, Martha couldn’t keep track of what exactly it was she was supposed to be liking even if the short answer was all of it.
“Being a fatty,” whispered Sabrina as another tease.
“Maybe I do,” Martha moaned. She couldn’t help slipping one hand from her belly to between her legs as she brought the mozzarella stick to her lips.
“Then say it,” moaned Sabrina.
“I like being a fatty,” mumbled through a mouth full of fried cheese.
“I like being a fatty too,” proclaimed Sabrina through her heavy breaths.
“Well, that’s something we finally have in common now, isn’t it?” asked Martha with a smile.
“I suppose it is, after all this time,” replied Sabrina as she raised her beer in a toast and then took a tremendous gulp that sent some of it dribbling down her chins.
Martha chuckled at Sabrina’s display before settling once again into a very sincere and gently smile.
“I suppose given more time, we could probably find a lot more in common.”
She leaned forward with her hands landing near the center of the table palms open.
Sabrina looked down and obliged her by leaning forward as well and taking Martha’s hands in hers.
“Perhaps we could.”
“But what about right now?” Martha asked in a low whisper as she leaned further, her gut pressed against the table.
“Right now, I think we should order some dessert,” whispered Sabrina as she leaned even closer. Both of their bellies were pressed hard against the table.
“I think you’re right,” purred Martha with a quick nibble to Sabrina’s ear.
It was an eventful evening for the two, but they weren’t even the only couple in Judith’s section having quite an indulgent night. Nearby, Roly Oly’s fattest regulars, Alexa and Jake were in the middle of attempting to outdo themselves for a display of sheer gluttony.
Judith set a large tray down and began placing absolutely massive silver bowls of ice cream down on Alexa and Jake’s table. The obese couple had somehow grown even more immense, and were such regulars at Roly Oly’s that management had made sure to get larger reinforced chairs just for them so that they could dine without feeling self-conscious and uncomfortable. And boy was there comfort clear.
They had already eaten two rounds of appetizers, a huge meal and dessert and now-
“Here’s your second sundaes! I had extra whipped cream put on them, just like you like it,” said Judith with a big smile on her face, always happy to serve her favorite regulars.
“You’re the best Judith!” proclaimed Alexa.
“The absolute best!” echoed Jake.
“You’re too kind,” blushed Judith.
“Extra big tip for you tonight,” declared Jake as Alexa nodded enthusiastically while stuffing his face with ice cream, her multiple chins jiggling in agreement.
“Stop. Stop. But hey, you two aren’t secretly Michelin star reviewers are you? Ophelia’s been getting kind of obsessed with the plating lately.”
“Well, if we were you’d have five stars by now.”
“Thanks. I think they only do up to three, but ever since Ophelia took over as head chef, she’s been getting all worked up about them possibly coming in here. I said ‘Ophelia, it’s Jake and Alexa. You’ve got to give our best customers what they want.’ And if you two want your sundaes drowning in whipped cream and chocolate syrup, you’re getting them drowning in whipped cream and chocolate syrup.”
“That’s the spirit!” cheered Alexa.
“You’re the best. This is why you’re the best. Big tip! I’m telling you. Big tip!”
Jake's big belly shook like a bowl full of jelly as she echoed his previous sentiments.
“You just get it, Alexa managed to get out between spoonfuls of ice cream.
“Oh, I get it. Believe me. Look at me. I get it.” Judith gave a big pat and shake to the belly she had found herself growing over the last year to show how much she had grown to appreciate the act of everyday indulgences.
“I’m a drown it in whipped cream and chocolate syrup girl myself,” laughed Judith.
“We noticed. We weren’t going to say anything,” nodded Alexa, her eyes on her half eaten sundae and not on Judith at all.
“Didn’t want to be rude,” mumbled Jake between spoonfuls.
“And we’re certainly not one to talk,” nodded Alexa as she tilted the owl to her lips to slurp down the melted ice cream.
“But hey, you might end up being just like us if you’re not careful,” warned Jake.
“Not that that would be a bad thing,” chastised Alexa.
“We’re very happy.”
“Very happy!” blurted Alexa at a risk of overemphasizing to the point of seeming disingenuous even though her and Jake were indeed truly very happy.
Judith raised her hands in assurance.
“I get it. I get it. Yeah. I’ve never been one to diet, and it’s really catching up with me. But you know what? I’m happy. Whatever’s going to happen is going to happen. That’s my new philosophy.”
A round of applause came from Jake and Alexa as they each raised the milkshakes that had gotten to chase their sundaes with in cheers.
“There ya go!” bellowed Jake.
“Here! Here!” roared Alexa.
Judith began to blush from the attention, but she was so grateful for the opportunity to bare her soul in this moment and actually receive enthusiastic affirmation that she kept going.
“It’s just how I’ve gotten to be. You know? Life comes at you and you just sorta figure it out as you go along. Look. I didn’t expect to be here as long as I’ve been, and you know what? I love it here. I’m taking courses in hospitality and accounting, and- you know I never thought that this of all places would be where I settled down and found my career, but it could be. It really could be!”
“Wow. That’s great, hon,” said Alexa has she gave Judith’s hand a gently pat.
“We love that for you,” added Jake.
Suddenly a realization hit Alexa and her eyes went wide and then narrowed in concern.
“Oh my, you must be needing money for like tuition.”
“And textbooks,” followed Jake.
“And just anything else,” added Alexa with her brow furrowed in concern.
“We should help you out.”
“We really should.”
Judith waved her hands in protest.
“No. No. I couldn’t- That’s too much. I… I couldn’t possibly ask.”
“We insist,” said Alexa with a warm voice as she gently cupped both of Judith’s hands. Alexa’s chubby hands were warm and comforting.
“Absolutely- whole heartedly- insist,” nodded Jake as he spoke with a kind but firm tone that made it clear they would not be taking no for an answer.
“You’re amazing and we have the means. That’s how we get to enjoy so much fine dining so often,” Alexa gestured to the many empty plates of food.
“Historically, largeness is a symbol of largess,” laughed with a big pat to his swollen spare tire.
“So let us help you out,” pleased Alexa kindly.
Judith felt herself about to cry in happiness, overwhelmed by the generosity.
“Wow. You’re just… you’re just… wow. Thank you. Yes. Yes. Thank you. You’re too kind. Thank you!”
As Judith walked away from Jake and Alexa to see to her other customers, she walked by the table of Brenda and Eddie. The two had somehow managed to stay together for the entire year, and the effect on their waistlines was noticeable. The two former high school hotties were now decidedly fatties in outfits that they also needed to size up.
Anyone looking at them could tell that they were the kind of people holding onto their vanity for far too long. Their outfits were stretched thin by the fat they had gained. Both sported big bellies and sagging chests. Although Brenda’s breasts were far bigger, Eddie’s man boobs were a major point of embarrassment for the man who prided himself on his masculinity. They had fat faces with double chins that bobbed as they stuffed them with fried food.
The two had come a long way from being the king and the queen of the prom, reduced to the kind of fat people that they would have onced looked down upon with great disdain, but in their new situation, perhaps they could grow together finally with their shroud of vanity removed.
Or perhaps they’d just stay fat and bitter.
When Judith passed them, they were in the middle of one of their classic fights. Although this one seemed to be going a bit differently. Usually, Brenda and Eddie made a big show of yelling at each other in front of everyone, but here there was a lot more angry simmering as they chewed their food and exchanged quiet, dirty looks.
And then, out of the corner of her eye, Judith witnessed a small unexpected moment.
When the french fries were nearly done, Eddie reached for the basket, looked over at Brenda as she was sucking down her milkshake, and gently nudged the basket in her direction so that she could have the last fry. It might have been a small and possibly insignificant gesture, but Judith liked to believe that it might have meant the two were going to be good after all.
Things were shaping to be a great night in the front of the house. The back of the house was not always so lucky as Judith would realize later on.
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Corinne threw a plate of food across the kitchen and sent it shattering against the wall leaving a smattering a sauce where Rodrigo’s head had been just a moment before.
“Screw you, Rodrigo!”
“Aye, mami. It’s not my fault you porked up so much.”
It was true. The year had not been kind to Corinne’s figure. Another year of not getting the modeling and acting gigs she felt she deserved, of being stuck in this particular job sent Corinne into a bit of a spiral which led to her leaning more and more on food as a comfort. This of course had a rather dramatic effect on her waistline. And settling for someone like Rodrigo when the vain high class guys she was used to seeing began to reject her because of her figure issues cracked her confidence and made her spiral even faster.
Corinne was quickly becoming the kind of fat girl she used to make fun of if she wasn’t there already. She had grown a thick and respectable belly that had quite a bit of movement on it when she walked. It was a bouncing, jiggling pot belly, but it didn’t have anything on her ass. Her ass had ballooned. It was an outrageous booty that far outpaced the rest of her, even her thick thunder thighs which had grown to the point of touching. Every bit of Corinne had gotten chubby, but her ass was quite possibly be the biggest one in the restaurant on any given night, certainly at least amongst the staff.
“I’ve got curves. You love my curves!”
The truth was that Rodrigo did love Corinne’s fat ass, and he could even put up with the rest of her ballooning up, but she still had such an attitude sometimes, and he could tell by the way she ate where things were going to be headed, he pegged obesity in her future, and he was ready to firmly move her fat ass over to the side chick category and move on to other more conventionally hot girls.
“I mean, yeah. You always had a fat ass, but now you’ve got a FAT ass, and a belly, and some thu-”
“You’re a pig!” Corinne shouted as she slapped Rodrigo.
“Aye, you’re one to talk. Oink. Oink,” Rodrigo laughed as he pinched Corinne’s belly.
Rodrigo dodged another slap and Samir had to get between the two to stop Corinne from scratching his eyes out. Samir would have gladly let her and let Rodrigo get what he had coming to him, but he didn’t want Corinne to get fired, so when the manager came in to see what was going on and asked about the shattered plate, Samir also acted like he had tripped.
Judith found out all of this much later as things were dying down and people were starting to pack up and go home for the night. She found herself where she often did at night’s end, at the piano playing bits and pieces of things when Ophelia came and told her the whole story.
“Ouch. Did the Hostess with the Most Ass just get dumped by Rodrigo?” asked as she shook her head. She wasn’t really surprised. She could see the tension building up between hem over the last month, and she knew that Rodrigo had a bit of a reputation for being a jerk.
“Worse. She caught him cheating on her with Heather in the bathroom.”
“Gross!”
Judith knew Heather was one of those stereotypical working her way through college hot skinny bitches who had only started working there the last few months, and while they didn’t exactly get along, Judith couldn’t help but feel less angry and more disappointed that Heather had found herself in the middle of all this.
“I know. I actually feel bad for her,” Ophelia said with a sad nod of her head.
“And Heather too, honestly,” said Judith. Even if she didn’t particularly like the vain and arrogant Heather, she recognized that she was young and needed to do a lot of learning on her end, and she disliked Rodrigo far more.
“Yeah. She could do so much better,” chirped Ophelia.
“Anyone can. Rodrigo’s a sleaze.”
Judith really did hope Heather would learn her lesson.
“But hey, I guess Corinne is back in the Lonely Chub Club,” snarked Judtih as her attention went back to the Hostess with the Most Ass. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the way that the arrogant Corrinne had chunked up, especially during the last year.
“She really has put on a lot of weight hasn’t she?” mused Ophelia.
“She’s a borderline fatty.”
“Aren’t we all?” asked Ophelia as she eyed Judith’s burgeoning belly.
“Some closer than others,” teased Judith as she eyed Ophelia’s widening hips.
“Well, I’m around food literally all the time.”
“And you keep pushing it on me,” laughed Judith with a playful shove to Ophelia’s chubby arm to illustrate her point.
“You love it,” teased Ophelia.
“I do,” chuckled Judith as she gently placed her hands on her belly.
Their moment of reflection was broken by the sound of a sob screaming Corinne stomping through the dining room with her eyeliner running down her chubby cheeks. Neither Judith or Ophelia had ever thought they would see the day where Corinne would be the blubbery blubbering mess that they saw approaching them. They had only ever seen her be confident to the point of arrogance before with a cocksure model strut, but now it was far easier to imagine Corinne becoming a waddling whale than getting back to a signature svelte shape.
Corinne slammed her hands on the piano as she whipped toward Ophelia with hunger and desperation in her eyes.
“Do you have any more chocolate mousse!?” she cried.
“I sure do,” said Ophelia as she quickly popped her fat butt off the stool she was sitting on, gave Corinne a quick but strong hug and began to waddle off toward the kitchen, eager to both provide Corinne with comfort and to speed along the process of Corinne’s porking out. She was gone so fast that Corinne had to yell after her.
“Well, I need a big fucking helping, and a stiff drink!”
“Sounds like what you need is something I like to call The Lover’s Last Word,” called John from the bar where he was already reaching for his gin and his passion fruit liqueur.
“Is it strong?”
“Honey, the only pain you’ll be feeling after this is the hangover in the morning,” laughed John as he grabbed some Chartreuse and a shaker.
“Then make it a double!”
From the kitchen doors came a frantic Ophelia peeking her head out to call back across the room.
“How big of a helping of mousse are we talking about?”
“Fucking drown me in it!” wailed Corinne.
Seeing Corinne's urgency, and not wanting to be standing next to the chubby blonde lest she decide to hit or throw something, Judith decided that it would be best to make herself useful.
“I’ll get the whipped cream!”
As she made her way to the kitchen, Judith reflected on what an eventful day this had been and wondered what the next year would have in store for everybody.
